Ace's Novel Novels & Stories

“If this has something to do with the Black Aces, we can protect you.” There it was. I frowned. “I’ve told you a thousand times Curtis. I do not know anything about the Black Aces.” That was the truth. Or at least part of it. I was in love with one, but it wouldn’t do to let that piece of information slip to my brother. He didn’t believe me. But he didn’t push it. “You are taking the wrong side in this Calista.” “I’m not taking anyone’s side but my own. I need to get away. Figure out who the fuck I am.”

Raymond dismembered a body as if it was nothing, his body covered in blood and blood dripping from the hand, and marked everything Oscar ordered. The men painted an Ace all over the wall with the blood of the bodies that Raymond dismembered and they waited for their bosses to approach the wall. The brothers' brand LA WOLF. Each of the brothers carried a black wolf representing tattoos, the same as the one they tattooed on their neck, but their hands were stained with blood they used to write their brand, ACE. Each one signed with a different one although I had not yet deciphered which was it, if you saw a paint with ACE OF BLOOD which meant that someone had made the Wolves angry enough for t

“Fine, you win.” I was relieved. I bent down, picking up my book from the grass, brushing the dirt from its cover. My hands shook a little, but I tried to hide it as I sat back down. Opening it again gave me something to do, even though I wasn’t reading a word. Ace plopped beside me, sprawled in a careless way, one leg kicked out, his arms draped across the back of my chair. “Is this how you’ll be spending the summer break? You’re impossible,” I muttered, my eyes fixed stubbornly on the page.

"Navigating without a map? That sounds highly uncalculated for a CEO." "Sometimes," Vivian murmured, her eyes dropping briefly to Avery’s lips before locking back onto her gaze with absolute finality, "the risk is worth the disruption." As they walked deeper into the town, fingers tightly laced, the ancient stones of Antibes seemed to echo the truth they could no longer deny: the fake marriage was dead, the battle lines were buried at sea, and the corporate ice queen had officially surrendered to the hurricane. The Terraces of Tuscany. The morning sun over Livorno broke through a low-hanging mist, painting the rolling Tuscan hills in pale gold and dusty olive.

He questioned, not happy about the fact that she got to kiss someone other than himself. “If watching movies and reading novels is what you are referring to as classes then yes” His brain slowly understood what she was talking about, seeing the teasing smile on her face, he turned his face away feeling embarrassed, she must have caught on to what he was thinking. “Let’s read something.” She said as she turned to the shelf, took out a book and both went back to their seat .... “If you ask me, I think Gideon should let her be.” Alec said as they all got up from their seats.